Up and caffeinating, off to work.
Yay Rosie! That’s great.
{{{{Mika}}}} Vent as needed.
: waves at rest of MMP :
Mika, your SIL is in my thoughts & prayers, as are you. Many {{{{{HUGS}}}}} Thinking of you too, Rigs, and hope you enjoyed your birthday yesterday.
Up and caffeinating - TGIF! I won’t even mention what date it is. 
Time to go get ready for work.
The first of the degree ceremonies is just ending, I can hear the organist in the Great Hall playing “Land of Hope and Glory”. Oh dear.
never mind I’ll try again
how far is the brewery that you have to get up and caffeinate so freakin early?
Hey rosieposie - how’s the knee today after your rehearsal triumph?
a little sore and a little swollen but all in all not too bad, thanks for asking
I think I’ll leave a little early and pick up some Munchkins* for the office - just because it’s Friday and we do stuff like that sometimes
- and I might have 2 or 3 because I’m down 7 lbs since last Wednesday
Hi folks - just finished watching the soccer (Asian Cup, I think). Australia just got its butt handed to it by Iraq (3-1). Sigh …
Hey, what’s with the Google ads now - they are all for Head Gaskets and Diesel trucks!
Oh - {{{{{{Mika and Mika’s SIL}}}}}} thoughts and prayers with you, sweetie!
Hey rosie, how did you lose 7lbs in 10 days? Please tell - enquiring minds, etc. etc.
After VWife and I chased Booger around the outside of the VunderLair for 20 minutes at 0300 this morning, the little bastard had the temerity to sit in the open window next to where I was sleeping and chatter at something outside.
I SO wanted to grab him by the tail and dash his head against the brick wall. :mad: Two and a half hours of missed sleep last night because of dogs, cats and stupid emergency radio chatter. :mad: :mad:
Remeber when I got my wings last week, loading the girl onto the helicopter? I got called out last night to set up the landing zone for a similar call. Some kid took the speed governor out of his moped, and rear-ended a pickup truck at about 40 MPH. This time, we cleared the field, set up the markers, and I was one of 3 manning the hose in case there was an incident. None happened, which Was Good.
[Donut Guy Voice]
Time to make the beer…
[/DGV]
I was out of commission most of yesterday - good thing I stayed home, I had a blazing headache that took me most of the day to lose.
meeks, add mine to the hugs.
rosie I’m planning to get on the bike and do about a 25 mile trip tomorrow, you want in? Sounds like you’re ready.
I am mixing Nutrisystem breakfasts with light lunches and most days no dinner (I’m usually not hungry) along with PT 3 times a week during which I do my exercises at as much an aerobic pace as I can muster.
A friend of mine made up his mind to not eat past 8pm, and in 4 months lost 60 lbs.
**Nava ** - on the way in this morning, my radio station was commenting on The Run and which corporate sponsors ought to get involved:
(I am paraphrasing)
The Beef Council: “Wouldn’t that bull that chased you all over Pamploma taste great grilled? Revenge. It’s what’s for dinner”
Tide: “Nothing is better at getting blood and urine stains out of your running whites”
Miller Lite: “All the courage to run, with 1/3 fewer calories so it doesn’t slow you down”
Morning, everyone. I just threw up, but it was the first time since Sunday, so we’re doing good.
Off to the laundromat and to do a little light grocery shopping, and then I might hie downtown and go fabric shopping for more skirts. I’ve got three that I’m wearing over and over and over…
Poor Lissla. Enjoy the shopping.
Me? I’ve got the day off and plan to go have a light lunch out and see HP in a bit.
TTYL!
Happy Friday! My sweetie is picking me up from work and taking me out to lunch today. Woo-hoo!
Last night was a lot of fun. Pete (my son) called and said what are you having for dinner (hint hint, nudge nudge.) He and his half-sister Brandy (5 years younger) came over and we had a very nice visit. The Chipotle-Lime chicken was a big hit. We looked at old photos. They were interested in pics of my ex - biodad for both of them. He abandoned half-sis when she was just a week old, and I basically told him to get lost when Pete was about 4. (I didn’t hate him, he was just an irresponsible guy.) Actually, Brandy said that her mom made him stick around long enough to sign the birth certificate. They are making plans to someday find him and confront him. It wasn’t as much of a downer as all that sounds, they were very interested in stories about him.
{{{Mika and family}}}
Yay for BioRosie’s knee!
Nava, I’m really enjoying your stories! It’s sounds so exotic, and loads of fun!
Ok - back to work for a bit. But maybe I’ll go check out Cafe Society first…
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Yeah, sometimes I have too much time on my hands. 
So, I’m caffeinating, my cow-orker is on vacation (lucky bastage) and right now I have the office to myself. It’s eerily peaceful, apart from the few phone calls I’ve taken, and I don’t expect it to be particularly busy today, either (though you wouldn’t think so from the way the phones are starting to go already.)
So I think I may have found the secret to breaking my poor eating habits. See, at my previous job, I was in hell – at least for the last half-year or so. Long story, but suffice it to say we were understaffed, overburdened, and the higher ups, most of whom had never set foot in our place and had no idea what went on there, seemed hell-bent on finding new and creative ways to make it worse. As the stress mounted, I picked up an unfortunate coping mechanism: Munching. Just little things; a bag of nuts or chips or some sort of pastry or something. Not much because my job required me to move around and work with my hands a lot during the day, so I just snacked on little bits and pieces here and there. This habit carried over to my current job where, now that I’m at a desk instead of moving around, the habit has increased due to an increased case of Idle Hands Syndrome. I don’t munch because I’m stressed really – this job is amazingly low stress most of the time – it has just become habitual, like my body has become accustomed to doing something at any given point so a lack of interesting stimulus (my job isn’t stressful, but it isn’t interesting, either) leads to creating it through consumption. I’ve tried to eat healthier – fruits, vegetables, low fat, low calorie foods, etc. – and I’ve cut out drinking soft drinks (water or 0-calorie drink mixes only) and coffee (except for morning coffee, I’ve given up my twice-or-thrice daily Triple Cream Triple Sugar and substituted it for tea with milk and sugar) but it isn’t enough. My problem isn’t only what I eat, but how much. And being embarrassingly weak-willed, I’ve had trouble voluntarily cutting back on that. Recently, I discovered a way that might help strengthen my will.
I’m going to bully it.
Now, I am not, by nature, a bully – in fact, I’m so anti-confrontational that the Dalai Lama could make me his bitch. (Certain ice cream trucks are excepted.) That doesn’t mean that I don’t have it in me; years of pacifism have a way of bottling up a wee bit of anger. So I can turn that against myself by getting mad at my will for being such an utter wimp. And I can start this by using my morning trips to my work-local supermarket to buy just one small snack. And only one. And when my body starts looking for a snack, it has no choice but to eat that one snack. And when that one snack is gone, and it starts looking about for something else to snack on, I can mock it. “Ha! Nothing left, is there? That’s because you ate it all, so too damn bad. Deal with it.” And thus I must deal. I have found that I do have the strength not to buy morning snacks, or at least that I have the strength to significantly curtail my spending. And once I’ve done that and I’m at work I have no choice but to not snack on any more than I’ve restricted myself to. (There’s a coffee truck that comes around, but I deliberately don’t go to it. I rarely do anyway, but it’s very easy for me to avoid.)
Maybe now I can stop gaining wait, start eating like a normal human being, and finally shed enough weight that I’ll regain enough energy and drive to start exercising. I’ve got at least 40lbs to shed, and damn it, I’m going to. I don’t care how long it takes. In fact, if I can demonize my weak will as much as the Hello Ice Cream Truck (well, maybe not that badly or I might end up shelling myself with a mortar) I can’t help but prevail! 
Rosie - Congrats on the weight loss and the regained mobility! (How’s that for a segue?) I don’t eat past 8pm anyway (unless it’s because dinner is late to begin with) so I can’t use that excuse – but I’m hoping my newfound self-loathing for my weak will shall be the ammunition I need to drop some weight. I’m not particularly interested in how long it takes, as long as it happens.
Oh, and thanks ever’body for the compliments. I tried writing a book many years ago, but I’d always get a bunch of chapters done, then put it away for a while, then come back to it, realizing I could do better, and start all over again. I must have done that half a dozen times before real life started getting too busy to bother. That, and developing too many hobbies.
BBBobbio - Removing the governor from a moped? That’s a sad kind of desperation for speed. It’s like he wanted to be cool and show off how fast his moped could go, but in the end – well, crap, it’s still a moped. Was the kid okay?
Special1 - Impossible. An old fashioned ice cream truck with the chimes/bells? It couldn’t possible be as evil as this one. Unless its soft serve is really, really bad. That can be pretty nasty. Not really evil per se, just nasty.
Nava - It just goes to show: Europeans have raised cursing to a high art form that no one else can touch.
Heff&Roo, Mika - That’s not quite the song this truck plays. It’s very similar – the “Hello!” is the same, as is the quacking “snare” but the tune is different. There isn’t as much variety of noise. (I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, actually) Still, it isn’t only the insipid tune and annoying noises it uses to make it. It’s the volume. It is played at just such a frequency, and just such a volume level, that it penetrates straight through to your psyche and begins beating it mercilessly with a tenderizing mallet.
Ami - I’m glad I was able to entertain! I’ll be here all week. Please tip the veal and try the waitress.
Doggio - Now that you mention it, I should have remembered to bring a staff so I could have turned around, tamped the butt on the ground and declared, “YOU…SHALL NOT…PASS!” I’m petty sure it would still have tried, though…
Rebo - Stephen King? Nah. His philosophy is being succinct. I’m too yappy for that.
Okay, off for my morning break.
Well, Nava, you may not have seen today’s bull-running idiots on TV, but I saw a clip on our morning news. Of a guy who was getting tossed around rather nastily, then stomped on as the bull hovered over him, and then subsequently being carried off on a stretcher. :eek: :eek: They reported 13 injuries, but how many of those are what you would classify as serious, I don’t know. But there was one for sure. :eek:
I need to get back to work; I’ve been a lazy, lazy Tigs this morning. Bad Tigs! Get to work!
Okay, who’s responsibility was it to fill the MMP’s gas tank this time?
Lunch break. I’ve got 3 big cushions that just need hand sewing, and one funky curved back cushion that I’m not sure how to attack - I’m thinking it’ll have some pleats in it.
The rest of the gang dug thru the boat-stuff shed and found a lot of stuff that we need. **FCD ** took a van load down an hour or so ago, and the young lovebirds just left to offer assistance. Meanwhile I’ve got a laundry basket full of sheets and towels that need to be folded, so I’ll fold, then back to the old needle and thread.
Or I’ll take a nap… Decisions, decisions…
Go Mindfield! shakes pom-poms
I’ve considered starting running, actually, because I’ve gotten quite out of shape. I’m not worried YET, but compared to how I was last fall, I’ve let myself go to seed, so to speak. I need to start doing something.
Anyway, morning all! (Evening/Night to Noone!) I did not sleep well for some reason - had the weirdest dream involving putting on a play, flying to France, meeting someone with LOUNE branded on his forehead, running into That Guy at a hotel, and a stepmother rifling through my things. I don’t even have a stepmother. :dubious:
I must shower and run to the post office.